When the cistern doesn't work , leave it to a plumber
Motivating men is simple - because men are .......just that , just have to know what simple switch to switch .
The girls had tried flushing the mens toilet cistern at the busy centre on friday but the floaties just rose uncontrollably and inevitably to the top; again and again . Grace had tried and then Betty , the slow retreat in level between tries being deceptive encouragement to try again ; but always the same frightening advance threatening to cover feet as well as all the senses .
We live in hope . Surely its only soft stuff and it will pass . The blame ?? Yeh , well there is always the friday group where a few members love to spin the roll and see tickets fly or even push one whole roll in .
Don't know who it would be cause there are so many visitors of different kinds and its not the sort of question you raise in a public hall at the baptists . "Did any of you leave anything nasty in the loo ?" The sort of question that reflects on your character as much as anyone who responds "Maybe you saw someone unusually happy as they left the cubicle" - as though they might be thinking about someone else's funniest home video in full technocolour and sensual engagement .
Some of that full bodied sensual engegement hit me when asked " could i do something to fix it? "( the question every woman needs to ask a man in the aura of utter hopelessness and helplessness) "I suppose" , i said dropping in ( another sensual image not needed) on the way home from my program on the radio " needs to be fixed before tuesday" ; i in my best sunday clothes .
"I know", i thought the brilliant ,but senior moment engineer in me coming forward , Ill use a piece of stiff wire with a hook on it . If one the blokes has dropped the roll in the thing , the wire hook will grab it and i can pull it back out - relief in site .
Trying to ignore the powerful odor and technocolour blobs all over the screen i shoved it in . didn't go far but finally pulling back " i'd got something and it had a rag like end on it . success ! But it was harder to pull than i thought it should be , to be a roll .
You know how when you are doing something and you think - "this is going to end in disaster . i need to stop now an try something else " .
yes i was just having that thought . " Its too hard the wire hook could bend back and whole thing could spring back and hit me" when it happened
Lovely big blobs of technocolour on my lovely white shirt . Faith is about getting cleaned up , but i had been proud and stupid and i was not about to confess to that without sharing the obscenity of my dilemma first . I was also in no mood to go home bare chested . my wife( who asked me to do this ) should share in the consequences of my efforts on our churches life centre . I just hoped no policemen was around as the seat belt shouldn't suffer,,, as we did that afternoon .
Its nice to be cleaned up .
The girls had tried flushing the mens toilet cistern at the busy centre on friday but the floaties just rose uncontrollably and inevitably to the top; again and again . Grace had tried and then Betty , the slow retreat in level between tries being deceptive encouragement to try again ; but always the same frightening advance threatening to cover feet as well as all the senses .
We live in hope . Surely its only soft stuff and it will pass . The blame ?? Yeh , well there is always the friday group where a few members love to spin the roll and see tickets fly or even push one whole roll in .
Don't know who it would be cause there are so many visitors of different kinds and its not the sort of question you raise in a public hall at the baptists . "Did any of you leave anything nasty in the loo ?" The sort of question that reflects on your character as much as anyone who responds "Maybe you saw someone unusually happy as they left the cubicle" - as though they might be thinking about someone else's funniest home video in full technocolour and sensual engagement .
Some of that full bodied sensual engegement hit me when asked " could i do something to fix it? "( the question every woman needs to ask a man in the aura of utter hopelessness and helplessness) "I suppose" , i said dropping in ( another sensual image not needed) on the way home from my program on the radio " needs to be fixed before tuesday" ; i in my best sunday clothes .
"I know", i thought the brilliant ,but senior moment engineer in me coming forward , Ill use a piece of stiff wire with a hook on it . If one the blokes has dropped the roll in the thing , the wire hook will grab it and i can pull it back out - relief in site .
Trying to ignore the powerful odor and technocolour blobs all over the screen i shoved it in . didn't go far but finally pulling back " i'd got something and it had a rag like end on it . success ! But it was harder to pull than i thought it should be , to be a roll .
You know how when you are doing something and you think - "this is going to end in disaster . i need to stop now an try something else " .
yes i was just having that thought . " Its too hard the wire hook could bend back and whole thing could spring back and hit me" when it happened
Lovely big blobs of technocolour on my lovely white shirt . Faith is about getting cleaned up , but i had been proud and stupid and i was not about to confess to that without sharing the obscenity of my dilemma first . I was also in no mood to go home bare chested . my wife( who asked me to do this ) should share in the consequences of my efforts on our churches life centre . I just hoped no policemen was around as the seat belt shouldn't suffer,,, as we did that afternoon .
Its nice to be cleaned up .
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